This was the third time you came to Forks to visit your cousin Bella, and each time this city greeted you with fog.

The view from the cliff was stunning, and the sound of waves crashing on the rocks sounded peaceful. At least there was something pleasant in this dreary city.

"Hey, don't jump," a voice came from behind, forcing you to turn around, "Are you Bella's sister? I'm Jacob. We met at her wedding, but it seems we never had a chance to talk."